Livinia looked up and met his eyes; her questioning glance tugged at his chest. He nodded in response.
“I won’t leave you ever again.” Livinia shut her eyes as she embraced Theodora.
Chapter 28
Livinia crept through the hallway as she made her way to Benedict’s chambers. They hadn’t had a chance to speak again. Theodora had clung to her side for dear life until it was time for bed. There would be a lot she’d have to make up for where the girl was concerned, but for now, she wanted to focus on Benedict.
The handle of his chamber doors turned just as she reached for it.
“Livinia?” Benedict looked up in surprise as he spotted her standing in the hallway.
She was dressed in her nightgown but had forgotten to put on her slippers in all the excitement. Colour filled her cheeks as she reached her arms around her waist in opposite directions and hugged her middle. They had seen each other naked and even touched flesh, but something was different between them now. She felt shy and a little out of her depth.
“I was just about to come and see you.” He glanced down at her bare feet. “Come in before you catch your death of cold.” He stood aside and held the door open for her.
Livinia glimpsed the roaring fire and stepped into the welcoming warmth. “Thank you; I forgot to put on slippers, but I thought you might want to discuss …” Her words were cut short when Benedict pulled her into his arms, kissing her with all the passion that had been building between them since she left.
His kisses felt like nectar from the gods as she placed her arms around his neck and drew him closer. His tongue jousted with hers and probed the inside of her mouth with insatiable hunger.
“I do want to talk, but there are other things I want to do more.” He pulled away from her lips for a moment before kissing her again.
Livinia moaned in pleasure when his hands slid over her hips, cupping her buttocks as he explored the curves of her body.
“Are you wearing anything under your gown?” Benedict growled against her lips as his hands slid down her thighs.
Her lips spread into a cheeky grin when she felt his arousal pressing against her thigh. “I was hoping I wouldn’t need anything underneath,” she replied cheekily, dragging his bottom lip through her teeth.
The guttural moan that escaped his throat lit her soul on fire. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. She didn’t care about the consequences or anything that would come in the morning; all she cared for was the heat of his kissing against her skin.
Benedict kissed a path down her neck as his fingers worked the ribbons of her gown. The silky fabric slipped down her body and pooled at her feet.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Benedict growled in a husky voice and continued to kiss a path down her chest, pausing only to cup her firm breasts in his hands.
“That’s if you aren’t the death of me first, My Lord.” She moaned the title in a lustful manner that radiated throughout her body. She didn’t care if she needed to be his mistress for the rest of her life. The feel of his fingers caressing her skin was payment enough for any social graces she may lose. Leaning back, she moaned from deep within her core as she shut her eyes, her hands resting on his muscular shoulders.
His tongue hungrily sought her nipples before he took a step back and began to undress.
Livinia drank in the sight of his chiseled abs and the taut lines of his groin that started at his hips and ran down to his thighs. She couldn’t imagine that a more handsome man had ever walked the face of the earth. The fire's flickering light bathed his form in a warm glow as he stepped forward and lifted her in his arms with her legs wrapped around his waist.
A gasp of pleasure escaped her throat when he kissed her again and drew away. “Don’t let me remind you to call me Benedict again,” he growled hungrily in her ear and carried her over to the bed.
She first thought he was going to lay her down, but Benedict changed positions and placed her on his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. His hands glided up her sides before cupping her breasts.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” His voice was low and husky, sending a visceral shiver throughout her body.
“No …” she said breathlessly as he began to kiss her shoulder, working his way down her chest. The hot feel of his arousal pressing into her heated core drove her wild with lust as she once again hung her head back and enjoyed the sensations.
Every ounce of her body quivered with pleasure, her body demanding his touch. Her feelings, however, stretched beyond the physical sensations of pleasure. She felt safe in his arms, as if nothing in the world could harm her.
“I guess I’ll just have to show you then …” His tongue snaked out and flicked over her nipple before his lips closed over the rosy bud.
Her hips began to move as if they possessed a life of their own. Every subtle movement and gentle motion allowed his body to touch hers in ways that fed the lust burning throughout her body.
Strong hands gripped her hips as he repositioned her on his lap. He held her gaze before entering her with a single thrust of his hips. The hot pleasure that coursed through her body filled her with a delicious passion that was almost too delicate to resist.
The air suddenly filled with soft moans of pleasure as Benedict used his hands on her hips to guide her movements back and forth.
She gasped and whimpered for him as their bodies melded together in a wordless dance of lust. The feeling of his lips on her breasts again almost pushed her over the edge as she cried out in surprise and moved a little faster.
Benedict’s moans, which were more akin to an animalistic growl, mingled with hers, his hands moving up her back as he held her closer.
Her moans grew louder until Benedict placed his hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle the noise. The well of pleasure in her core threatened to burst as Benedict lifted her in his arms, flipping her over in one fluid motion and repositioning himself above her on the bed.
“Say my name,” he commanded her in a gruff voice while repositioning himself between her thighs and slowly beginning to move once again. His strong fingers dug into her thighs as he lifted her leg at his side, hungrily guiding her with his hips.
“Benedict …” Livinia gasped as her body filled with pleasure, wave after wave of ecstasy pulsating through her body with every stroke.
“Oh, Livinia!” His voice was strangled like a hungry wolf that had given itself over to the carnal desires of its nature.
Their bodies moved together as the pace quickened. The thrusts created an urgency inside her that pushed Livinia to the edge. Her body went rigid as her muscles contorted, lifting her back from the bed as she cried out in undeniable pleasure.
The spasm that swept through her body locked Benedict into her embrace as he, too, cried out with a final thrust and collapsed onto her breasts. Her skin continued to shiver as he turned his head, kissing her breasts until it felt as if she were floating above the clouds.
They lay in each other’s arms as Livinia ran the tips of her fingers over his back, quietly revelling in the feelings of pleasure and contentment.
Shifting his weight to the side, Benedict propped himself up on his elbow and stared down at her before gently running his fingers over her side. “What is it that you wanted to discuss?” he asked with a contended smile.
Livinia smiled and bit her lower lip, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere. “It doesn’t matter now; I enjoyed that far too much for serious discussions.
